Riya leaned back against the plush sofa, her emerald dress pooling elegantly around her. Her gaze settled on Aanya, sharp yet unreadable, as she tapped her manicured fingers against the armrest.

"So, tell me, Aanya," she said smoothly, tilting her head. "Do you want to be what a man desires? Do you want to make good money from them, take control, and have them at your feet?"

Aanya swallowed, her fingers tightening around the fabric of her salwar. The weight of the question pressed down on her chest.

"Or," Riya continued, her voice light but firm, "you can leave right now. No harm, no pressure. The door is open."

Aanya's heart pounded. This was the moment. The moment to decide if she would step further into this world or turn around and pretend she was never here.

Aanya closed her eyes for a brief moment, inhaling deeply. This was it-the point of no return. The fear, the hesitation, the doubts-they all clawed at her, but beneath them was something stronger. A quiet, unyielding resolve.

When she opened her eyes, they held no trace of uncertainty. "I'm here to stay," she said firmly. "I want to earn."

For a second, Riya just watched her, her painted lips curving into something unreadable. Then, slowly, she smiled-one of approval, intrigue.

"Good," she murmured, her voice laced with amusement. "I like a woman who knows what she wants."

She leaned forward, resting her elbow on her knee, studying Aanya with renewed interest. "You might just belong here, after all."

She watched Aanya for a moment, as if calculating something, before finally speaking.

"Before you start working here, you need to learn five rules," she said, her voice smooth, deliberate. "This place isn't just about looking pretty. It's about knowing what a man wants before he even asks for it."

Aanya swallowed but didn't look away.

Riya tilted her head slightly. "Tell me, Aanya..." She paused, letting the silence stretch just enough to make her uncomfortable. Then, with a curious smile, she asked, "Are you a virgin?"

Aanya's breath hitched, her fingers tightening around the fabric of her salwar. She hadn't expected the question to be so direct. Heat crawled up her neck, but she forced herself to answer.

"Yes."

Riya raised an eyebrow, interest flickering in her eyes. "Interesting," she mused, tapping a manicured finger against her chin. "That changes things."

Aanya frowned slightly. "Why?"

Riya chuckled, shaking her head. "Because men love firsts, darling. And if played right, your first time could be worth more than you can imagine."

Aanya's stomach twisted. She had expected this-she wasn't naive-but hearing it aloud made it real.

Riya leaned forward, her voice dropping to something softer, almost coaxing. "But first... you need to be trained. Do you understand?"

Aanya hesitated for just a second before nodding. "Yes."

Riya smiled, satisfied. "Then let's begin."

Riya's smile deepened as she studied Aanya. There was something intriguing about this girl-something raw, untouched, and desperate.

She leaned back into the sofa, crossing her legs gracefully. "Since you're new, and since you're... special," she said, letting the word linger, "I'll be the one to train you myself."

Aanya's fingers twitched in her lap. She wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. "What does that mean?" she asked carefully.

Riya let out a soft chuckle. "It means I will teach you everything you need to know-how to speak, how to move, how to look at a man in a way that makes him weak," she said. "And most importantly, how to make them pay."

Aanya swallowed. The weight of her decision settled heavier on her shoulders, but she didn't waver. "Okay," she said firmly. "I'm ready."

Riya's gaze lingered on her for a moment before she stood up. "We'll see," she murmured, walking toward a sleek wooden cabinet. She opened it, pulling out a glass bottle and two small glasses. Pouring a golden liquid into both, she turned back to Aanya.

"Lesson one," she said, holding out a glass. "Confidence starts from within. Drink."

Aanya took the glass hesitantly, the scent of alcohol burning her nose. Riya raised her own in a silent toast before taking a sip.

Aanya followed suit, the burn sliding down her throat. She could already feel the warmth spreading through her body, numbing her inhibitions.

Riya smirked. "Good girl," she said, setting her glass down. "Now, let's begin."

"Rahul!" Riya called out aloud.

The same man who had brought Aanya to the room was standing in the doorway, his eyes roving over her naked form. For a moment, Aanya felt a surge of shyness wash over her, her hands moving to cover herself.

"Rule number two," Riya admonished, wagging a finger. "Always be confident in your body. They come to touch you, to see you, to be in your presence. If you feel shy... they will eat you alive."

Aanya took a deep breath and straightened her back, reclaiming her space. She met Rahul's gaze head-on, a newfound confidence burning in her eyes.

"Good girl," Riya purred, pleased. She turned to Rahul, crooking a finger. "Now you, sit on the sofa."

Rahul complied, his eyes never leaving the two women. Riya sauntered over, shedding her heels as she went. She placed one foot on his chest, pressing down slightly.

"You see?" Riya said to Aanya, her voice low and sultry. "They just want to be controlled. Just want to be used by a strong, powerful woman."

Riya removed her foot and beckoned Aanya forward. "Come on, try it."

Aanya walked over on shaky legs, placing her foot on Rahul's chest. She could feel the heat of his skin, the rhythmic beat of his heart beneath her sole. His eyes were filled with lust, drinking in every inch of her body.

Riya pressed against Aanya's back, her hands coming around to cover her breasts. "Oh baby, you're so fucking hot," Riya breathed, giving Aanya's nipples a sharp pinch. "Don't be shy. Be bold."

Aanya gasped, arching into Riya's touch. She pressed her foot down harder on Rahul's chest, feeling the solid resistance beneath her. His strength, his power, was a tangible thing, and the knowledge that she held dominion over it sent a jolt of exhilaration through her. She was in control. And that was intoxicating.

"Liking this feeling?" Riya's voice was a silken whisper in Aanya's ear, a seductive promise laced with something darker. "You'll get this all the time here, Aanya. Be a good girl, and you'll be my special girl." Suddenly, she gave Aanya a sharp shove, sending her tumbling onto Rahul's lap.

Aanya landed awkwardly, momentarily disoriented. "Lay her down," Riya commanded Rahul, her voice sharp and commanding.

Rahul, without hesitation, pushed Aanya back, pinning her hands above her head. The shift in power was abrupt and jarring.

Aanya looked at Riya, a question forming in her eyes. Riya crouched down, bringing her face level with Aanya's, a predatory glint in her eyes. "Rule number four," she purred, "if a man wants to control you, then give in to him."

Riya's subtle gesture was all the instruction Rahul needed. He lunged forward, his focus solely on Aanya's breasts. He latched onto a nipple, sucking with a fierce intensity that bordered on violence, then bit down with a possessive brutality. A sharp, stinging pain ripped through Aanya, a visceral sensation that threatened to overwhelm her. Yet, her eyes remained fixed, unwavering, locked onto Riya's. The world around her seemed to dissolve, the sounds fading into a dull hum, the textures blurring. The only point of clarity, the only thing that held any meaning, was the burning intensity of their connected gaze.

Riya, fueled by an almost palpable energy, leaned in closer, her breath feathering across Aanya's lips. The anticipation crackled in the air. Then, she kissed her. It wasn't a hurried, passionate collision, but a slow, deliberate press, a claiming of territory. The taste was intoxicating - a heady mix of triumph, power, and something far more complex, something that hinted at a desire that went beyond the surface.

"Mmmhhhh... mmmmhhhh..." Aanya moaned, the sounds muffled by the kiss, a primal response to the raw physicality of the moment. The moan vibrated against Riya's lips, a potent reminder of the vulnerability she held in her hands.

Suddenly, Riya broke the kiss, pulling away with a sharp intake of breath. "Stop!" she commanded Rahul, her voice laced with an authority that brooked no argument.

Then, turning her attention back to Rahul, her tone colder, more dismissive, she said, "Get out."

Aanya remained motionless, sprawled on the surface, her body fully exposed, a testament to the power dynamics at play. Rahul retreated, the air thick with unspoken tension. Riya and Aanya remained locked in their silent battle of wills, their eyes still connected, scrutinizing, assessing.

Finally, Riya spoke, her voice low and devoid of emotion. "Last, and the most important rule," she stated, the words hanging in the air like a threat, "at no cost... fall in love." The unspoken consequences of breaking that rule hung heavy between them.

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